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Acting on Impulse
Copyright 2012 by Alix Storm
ISBN: 978-1-4660-5724-1
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Julia Fletcher looked at the poster and smiled faintly at the sight of two sets of tight asses barely covered by a banner advertising the performance. She’d heard a lot about this play, and the partial nudity of some of the actors, and she was looking forward to it.
She was more than looking forward to it! Her life had been mired in a routine of work, work, and more work since Randy’s death nearly four years ago. Though Randy’d had a nice—generous even—life insurance policy, it hadn’t been quite generous enough to allow Julia to quit her job, and during the economic downturn she’d struggled a bit. Hadn’t everyone?
Now that things were looking up at her job—and the bonus hadn’t hurt—she was treating herself to a matinee of the latest musical. She’d had a wonderful lunch at one of her favorite cafés, and she didn’t mind the solitude of being in the city alone. She was partway through a great book, had heard a lot of positive feedback about the musical, and later she and the DVR had a date with her favorite TV show. It wasn’t very exciting, but it was enough to shake up her routine a bit.
She handed her ticket over, took a playbill, and allowed the usher to escort her to her seat, though she was familiar with the theater. She and Randy had come here several times a year, and at one point, they’d considered getting season tickets. And while that hadn’t worked out with their schedules, they’d come to what performances they could. She had fond memories of the place and the comforting sights and smells relaxed her.
Randy wouldn’t have been a fan of this one, but it definitely appealed to Julia. She loved musicals, had considered working in theater in college, but then she and Randy had fallen for each other and she’d let her dreams stay just that. She’d had a good life working for a company who really valued her, and even though the kids were in college and didn’t need mom as much, she was still very focused on anything they needed.
Callie and Katrina had adjusted to life in the post-Randy world, and they were doing a great job in college a couple hours away. Her contact with them had been limited to emails, texts, phone calls, long weekend, and holiday breaks. And she missed them, but she knew they needed to live their own lives. It comforted her that their girls were two dreamers with a strong sense of self and were largely immune to peer pressure.
Julia sat down in her seat and turned off her phone, rolling her shoulders and allowing herself to relax. This break had been a long time coming, and she was going to continue to enjoy it.
Julia thumbed through the playbill, glancing over the names of the actors. Mostly males in their twenties, from what she could tell from the pictures. The headshots were too small to really make out their features, but a parade of handsome men and beautiful women greeted her eyes. She wondered which of the males were nude in the performance.
It didn’t take long for the performance to begin, and Julia realized she was holding her breath as the principals came out. The first half of the performance was emotion laden and highly charged, and it swept her away. Just before the last act finished, a young man strode onstage who took her breath away.
He only had a few lines, but there was something about the way he stood, about the way he moved, that made her body ache. There was something utterly familiar about this stranger, something that made her gasp and stare hard. She was barely able to resist the urge to rub her eyes.
The entire intermission and second half of the play, she was rocked by him, a plan beginning to come to life in her head. She’d wait outside the stage door, catch a closer glimpse of him, see if his eyes were blue or green, see if his hair was that sandy blend of gold and brown or if that was the gleam of lighting, see if his lips were that sensual or if it was a trick of stage makeup.
God, she wanted him with a ferocity that scared the hell out of her!
Julia made her way to the stage door and stood slightly off to one side, winking at the security guard. She was curvy and he clearly appreciated the V-neck sweater she was wearing, the cleavage that was peeking out of the neckline.
“You’re not the usual autograph type,” he told her, giving her a frankly appraising look. She must have a decade on him, but his demeanor screamed “interested.”
“I have some moments,” she told him, lowering her eyes to half mast.
“Who are you looking for? Anyone in particular?”
She’d already memorized his name. “Daniel Johns.”
“He’s still inside.” The security guard looked up and down the empty street and gave her a wink. “I’ll see if he’ll be out soon.”
He ducked his head inside, keeping his body outside, and she heard a conversation, two low voices drifting outside. When the security guard’s head emerged, he gestured her closer. “Matinee. You can go inside and say hi. I just have to see some ID and log your name.”